I feel nothing....

Miss Boombox (Ah ah)
Miss Boombox

Look into my eyes, so vicious
Heels on high, so infectious.
Social Sickness, Glitter and kisses

I will make you mine, malicious.
Take you from behind, so vivid.
The lower you fall ,the higher you'll climb.
Prepare the flash and let me die.

Microphones and Ice Cream cones,
Drippin' down my collar bones.(Yum Yum)
Taste a piece of my bubble gum,
Everybody wants some.(Yum Yum)

(I like this...)

Read between the lines, you'll see this.
Carving like a knife, you'll feel it.
The lower you fall, the higher you'll climb.
Intoxicate and let me fly. (Yum Yum)

Microphones and ice cream cones,
Drippin down my collarbones.(Yum Yum)
Taste a piece of my bubblegum,
Everybody wants some.

(Yum Yum)
(Yum Yum)
(Yum Yum)

Poster Child, Party Girl.
Miss Boombox, make me swirl.
(I feel nothing.)

Poster Child, Party Girl.
Miss Boombox, Make me swirl.
(I like this)

Poster Child, Party Girl.
Miss Boombox, Make me swirl.

Poster Child, Party Girl.
Miss Boombox, Make me swirl.

Miss Boombox.

Miss Boombox.(Ah ah)
Miss Boombox.(Ah ah Miss Boombox)

Microphones and ice cream cones,
Drippin down my collarbones.(Yum Yum)
Taste a piece of my bubblegum,
Everybody wants some.(Yum Yum)

Microphones and ice cream cones,
Drippin down my collarbones.(Yum Yum)
Taste a piece of my bubblegum,
Everybody wants some.(Yum Yum)

(Drippin down my collar bones)

(Everybody wants some, yum yum)